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Jonas crawled stiffly out of his compartment. Enoch began preparation
for a fire, white the others busied themselves with notes and
observations. It was 90 degrees on the little sandy beach and the wet
clothing was not chilling. They ate enormously of Jonas's dinner, then
the Survey men scattered to their work for an hour or so, while Enoch
explored the region. There was no getting to the top of the walls, so
he contented himself with crawling gingerly over the rocks to a point
where a little spring bubbled out of a narrow cave opening. Peering
through this, Enoch saw that it was dimly lighted, and he crawled
through the water.
To his astonishment, he was in a great circular amphitheater, a hundred
feet in diameter, domed to an enormous height, with the blue sky
showing through a rift at the top. The little spring trickled down the
wall, now dropping sheer in spray, now trickling in a delicate,
glistening sheet. But the greatest wonder of the cave was in the
texture of its walls, which appeared to Enoch to be of purest marble of
a deep shell pink and translucent creamy white. Moisture had collected
on the walls and each tiny globule of water seemed to hold a miniature
rainbow in its heart. There was a holy sort of loveliness about the
spot, and before he returned to the rugged adventure outside, Enoch
pulled off his hat and christened the place Diana's Chapel.
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